CHAPTER 39 Confrontation

  Flynn roughly wiped his face, snorting in frustration. He had never felt such confusion before. How could Hazel, who had been perfectly fine, now be at death's door?

  "Doctor... do whatever it takes. I don't care about the cost," Flynn's face tightened as he looked at the glass behind him.

  Hazel was lying weakly on the other side, beyond his reach, unable to be touched by him. Flynn felt shattered. A corner of his heart ached. He envisioned Hazel's bright and cheerful face, but now, he saw her grimacing in pain, her breaths shallow and laboured, every gasp like a knife twisting in his heart.

  "Alright, sir. You don't need to worry." The doctor nodded, signalling his assistant to re-enter the room. A lab technician accompanied them, looking anxious. He had never seen a toxin so sophisticated before.

  How could he?